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Brisa nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, of course. You're right." "Sure thing, partner. Let's leave these gals with the guild infirmary, and then find somewhere quiet." What a battle. What a... whatever that was. Gods, but she had a lot of difficult conversations ahead of her.

"They'll need a stay in the guild clinic by my reckonin'. Oh gods. They better make it through this or I'll..." She didn't finish speaking. Brisa hefted Astrid over her back like she'd done for dozens of stranded travellers in dungeons back home, but there was a different feeling this time...

Brisa kept searching, seeing fallen allies stumbling to their feet. But there. Astrid. Starr. Both of them were... Out cold. Definitely just unconscious. She had to check on them, but oh, how her heart was hammering. "Oh gods. Yes. Okay. Just, uh... Please help me check on Astrid and Starr...

Brisa gasped and braced herself against the smashed turf of the battlefield. They'd won. Again. Despite everything. Despite... her. She looked up at Curio and winced as she saw the still-fresh injuries she'd dealt her friend only moments ago. But... this wasn't the time to wallow in guilt and...

Brisa looked up at Starr, who had made it out of that pit with her, who didn't hate her even now, who still believed she could change, and the shadows fell away further. She watched her friend—her friend—bolt towards the dark machine in a blaze of glory, and she wanted nothing less than to die...

Only the great hero, Delphox Jesse Stranger, the human-made-mon, the psychic, her father. But Dave didn't need to know that. He didn't need to understand. He only needed to believe that she was dangerous. She wasn't going to kill anyone. She would never kill a thinking person. The whole point...

"Maybe now you'll realise what I am," growled Brisa. "Maybe now you'll put me outta my misery." Her eyes flared with Radiance as she conjured those same flickering bars of light which had tormented them both, even as her shadow-self's face streamed with tears. The restraints crackled into place...

Brisa was a violent animal. Jesse had told her. He'd been right. She remembered now. Yes. She remembered, now. Brisa's paws crackled with vicious lightning as she prowled forward towards Curio. "You shouldn't forgive me," she snarled. "There's no way you could forgive me." Brisa shot...

“Curio!” Brisa dove in front of the attack without hesitation, the way she once had for Celeste, the way she had long done for strangers, the way she always would do. But her desperation to put herself between Curio and harm was something new. She barely flinched as the beam of shadowy energy...

Just as she did in the fight against Lugia, Brisa rushed to the fore to put up covering fire and make coordination calls for Starr. As Starr took the opportunity to fire up a more powerful Radiant Adrenaline than she could have done alone, Brisa looked back at her with the same fierce grin she'd...

Maybe things weren't going to be so okay. Brisa's eyes darted from party member to party member. This was already her fifth day back after her experience in the cave with Starr, but it felt like she'd done almost nothing besides that lunch with Curio and Starr, and the sparring afternoon with...